My body,
I really don’t knowWhat my soul sees in you.
My vital,I really don’t want to know
What my soul thinks of you.My mind,
I really can’t tell youWhat my soul tells others about you.
My heart,I must tell you in all sincerity
That my soul loves you infinitely moreThan you can ever feel.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 128, Agni Press, 1990
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